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viernes, 14 de septiembre de 2012
Stay with me ♥ Stay strong ♥
I wish you knew how badly I've missed you; I wish you could trust me again, that you could believe I'm yours and you're mine, like yesterday. I wished you didn't sound so heartbroken.
I just hope that the one who made you think that you should not hold on to people wasn't me when I left... I really hope I didn't hurt you... I really don't know what happened to me; I really don't. Somehow I got jealous, and scared, and hurt, for no reason. I got mad and I ran away from you, from them, from everybody, but now that I'm back, they treat me like nothing had happened, but you... you don't. You say it's okay, but I can't help feeling that, somehow, you are protecting yourself from me, like if you knew I'll leave you again someday, but I won't. I won't, please, please believe me.
I won't leave you again, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove it. From now on "Love me, Love my dog": that means - I'll explain it because I know you will read it literally, and you shouldn't - that the one who'd say he loves me will have to love my friends and my family too, or at least try it, but most importantly, he will have to let me love them.
So please, stay with me. Stay with me, stay strong.
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